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Poems to Learn by Heart Year 2


A Dragonfly

When the heat of the summer

Made drowsy the land,

A dragonfly came

And sat on my hand.


With its blue jointed body

And wings like spun glass,

It lit on my fingers

As though they were grass.


Eleanor Farjeon



Cats sleep


Any table,

Any chair,

Top of piano,


In the middle,

On the edge,

Open drawer,

Empty shoe,


Lap will do,

Fitted in a

Cardboard box,

In the cupboard

With your frocks –


They don’t care!

Cats sleep



Eleanor Farjeon



Good morning little earthworm

said the speckled Thrush

Where would you be going

so early in a rush

I’m off to find some breakfast

he answered with a frown

Well so am I sir said the Thrush

and quickly gulped him down.


P H Kilby


Until I Saw the Sea

Until I saw the sea

I did not know

that wind

could wrinkle water so.


I never knew

that sun

could splinter a whole sea of blue.



Did I know before,

a sea breathes in and out

upon a shore.


Lilian Moore


No Harm Done

As I went out

The other day,

My head fell off

And rolled away.


But when I noticed

It was gone,

I picked it up

And put it on.





Fingers grip,

toes curl;

head down,

wheels whirl.


Hair streams,

fields race;

ears sting,

winds chase.


Breathe deep,

troubles gone;

just feel



Judith Nicholls


From Night

The sun descending in the west,

The evening star does shine;

The birds are silent in their nest,

And I must seek for mine.

The moon, like a flower,

In heaven’s high bower,

With silent delight

Sits and smiles on the night.


William Blake


Hurt No Living Thing

Hurt no living thing: 
Ladybird, nor butterfly, 
Nor moth with dusty wing, 
Nor cricket chirping cheerily, 
Nor grasshopper so light of leap, 
Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat, 
Nor harmless worms that creep.


Christina Rossetti


The Earthworm

Who really respects the earthworm,

the farmworker far under the grass in the soil.

He keeps the earth always changing.

He works entirely full of soil,

speechless with soil, and blind.


He is the underneath farmer, the underground one,

where the fields are getting on their harvest clothes.

Who really respects him,

this deep and calm earth-worker,

this deathless, gray, tiny, farmer in the planet’s soil.


Harry Edmund Martinson


The Witches Spell

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,

Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.


Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.


William Shakespeare



If I had wings

     I would touch the fingertips of clouds

          and glide on the wind’s breath.


If I had wings

     I would taste a chunk of the sun,

          as hot as peppered curry.


If I had wings

     I would listen to the clouds of sheep bleat

          that graze on the blue.


If I had wings

     I would breath deep and sniff

          the scent of raindrops.


If I had wings

     I would gaze at the people

          who cling to the earth.


If I had wings

     I would dream of

          swimming the deserts

               and walking the seas.


Pie Corbett

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